Hearing Pogo's voice made goosebumps appear and my stomach do a flip of excitement. "Hey Pogo how's it going?" I asked truly curious. It had been almost 10 years since I had talked to or seen any of them.
"Rather poorly indeed miss Emily. I'm afraid I have to inform you of a horrible event."
"What's up? Your scaring me."
"Miss Emily, your father passed away last night. We are holding the funeral in 2 days."
I felt my breath catch in My throat. This had to be a horrible joke there's no way that stubborn old bastard is dead. "I'll be there by tomorrow night," I said. We said our goodbyes and I hung up. Still in shock I get in my car and take a few beep breaths.
Driving home I thought of all the possibilities of seeing Klaus again. I also thought about how sad I was to not have seen Vanya or 5.
Getting out of my car I enter my small townhouse. The walls were a baby blue color with Grey and black accents. The furniture was dark as were the curtains.
I go to my room and pull out my torqouise rolling suitcase. Filling it with most of my belongings I lay down on the bed and almost instantly pass out. Using my powers always drains me.
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The Umbrella Days
أدب الهواةEmily Hampton was the 16th child to be born that day in October.
